Peace, peace little baby,
Hear not the cruel storm
Our boats have come safely,
We’re sheltered and warm.
Be still, little darling
And hark to the sound
Of wind-song and wave-song
So awesome and loud …
For wind-song shall free you
And wave-song shall teach you
And my song shall love you
The good seasons round …
So sleep, little seabird, sleep …
Words by A.C. Crispin, Andre Norton “Songsmith”
Music by Barbara Karlik